Long Spiriting Poems

“Before The Firing Squad”



the firing squad 
came dressed
in faux smiles

the intervention cake 
was spoon fed, like honey,
by mother superior

to the lesser bee,
with self-righteous
magnanimity

she wore the badge
Devil’s Advocate, proudly,
without any clear authority

casting bloodied 
nasturtiums around the...

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He's been struggling with depression,
She said, so then have I.

It's our bad news
that competing depressions
breed more contagiously
than our cooperation feeds happiness.

Yet our good news grows:
Depression and positive impression
are equally contagious passions
pastimes
eruptions into changing flowstreams of...

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"The deepening perception
of the body's illusory nature
is one of the most profound
and inspiring realizations
we can have
to help us let go [of dying bodies and minds].

Deep listening
of our mind's transition-illuminating
flowing nature
is one of the most profound
empowering
enlightening
and...

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(tongue in cheek
by this moldering geek.)

Thy marriage doth incurably ail,
even strangers would vouchsafe
     (with nary any cavil),
     and perhaps even avail
herself (sight unseen),
    ...

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                 Eternal skies tease the ground below, 
shows shelf lustrous in the waters eye, in aroused reflecting cameo, 
seducing...

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Thru deliberate seductive
liaisons, ploys, and underhanded gambits,
I tendered illicit, explicit and complicit shenanigans
blatant actions to foment coital adulteration.

Ofttime these discrete liaisons found me removing 
linkedin metallic keepsake symbolizing union.

Years elapsed since this spouse pledged his...

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A POET AS METAPHOR**********

I am a poet from the common ground, 
From thIs blue planet’s distinctive character— of
Continental shifts and rockslides, from valleys to Mountain crowns — always toiling to reclaim itself.

I am a poet...

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In The Garden of Evil
(Apropos the New World Creation)

See-sawing along
the shores of life,
gazing upon
the reflecting light,
we grasped
keloids of memories—running.
And like fishermen of food,
we webbed together
the broken pieces of history
and casted our nets into the sea:
into...

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"I grow old... I grow old...I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled"
                     ...

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This world inside
filled with dalai lamas
composed of double layers,
light spirit rivers of nutrition
discerning dark flowing soul Source.

This world outside
vibrations of octave spectral light,
echoing morphology
ecosystems of desperate joy
and all primal elements between
betwixt
among
within
without soul vibrations echoing ecowokeness,
Earth's...

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Oh my God the geese!

Standing in my yard
while wave after wave of them
fly over the roof of the house
from the NW to the SE.

Each wave ebbs and flows,
the geese almost exactly the same distance apart
the...

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Night descends,
The sky a depthless midnight blue
Interspersed with wisps of clouds,
The rain a slow patter on the dusty ground.

Magic is done on nights such as these,
That singular brand of magic that soothes the heart
And brings...

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"The Edge"



Beneath the surface
freedom flows
above the watermark
secrets shared 
with the sky
only the ghost 
knows

conversations of a man 
on the edge of life

pondering ponds
the loud silent drowned pasts 
and baptismal rites
spiriting water memories
rippling an entire
Ocean 
home


(LadyLabyrinth...

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The firing of charged cylinders
With the power of silence
On all four she sweeps
In her majesty;
The cruising royalty of glistening comfort.
 
Litters on the roads
Honking at each other’s throat,
The dust the sweat;
Slime of heat
Frayed tempers.

The sweeping...

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